You attack the weaker,
The strangers and our own?
Three endure, and the fifth will rise.
You will hit resistance — then do not cry.
You will have to pay for the wounds inflicted —
There will not be enough money, however rich you are.

I will praise, then they will praise me.
I humble — they will humble me.
Justice has a long memory,
Reward and punishment will not pass by.

Will they bury you as a great one in a mausoleum wall,
And shove the innocent into Babi Yar?
The cries of victims and executioners are recorded —
Death will not hide it,
Justice waits,
Sooner or later it will sort out the nightmare.